Chapter 241

For three agonizing months, Declan had sat in a sterile holding cell, his storm-grey eyes hollowed by the fear that he had failed them after all.

But love, it turned out, was the sharpest weapon of all. Siena had fought like a lioness. She had stood before congressional committees, her voice steady despite the scar on her shoulder burning under her blouse, and laid bare the truth—not the sanitized